What happens when the women of GTT think the guys are getting bored? A hilarious misunderstanding that all could have been avoided if Griffin had just remembered to get this years, hot new toy for Lance for Christmas instead of waiting until the last minute.

***Also includes an extra bonus story for some extra Christmas cheer***

“What’s this all about, Trey? Is this more than just some stupid kids’

toys we’re looking for here?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

My brother was laughing at me as he said, “You know that your nose

twitches when you lie?”

“What the hell? No it doesn’t, you ass,” I replied and felt my nose

twitch. Griffin busted up laughing even harder, so I punched him in

the arm. “Fine, the toys weren’t the only thing in the trunk, okay?”

“Little brother, you need to tell me what it is we’re looking for.”

I could hear the wariness in his tone, and after everything we’d been

through in the past year and a half, it wasn’t right for me to let him

think it was some new the-world-is-about-to go-to-shit moment. “It’s a

little blue box,” I said almost too soft, then winced at his look of

shock.

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

“Shhh, she’ll hear you!”

“What the fuck were you thinking leaving that in the car?”

“She’s sneakier than Mikey. She would have found it in a hot second.”

Griffin looked at me as though I was dumber than a rock. “Why didn’t

you have one of us hide it for you?”

Aww, shit. Maybe I am, but on second thought…

“Um, I don’t know?” I added sarcastically, “The women around here

can’t keep a secret to save their lives. Letting my girl traipse off

to Somalia doesn’t exactly inspire me to trust them.”

“You gotta let that go, Trey. If they hadn’t, we’d both be dead, and

you know it.” Griffin shook his head at me. “I’m calling Mac and

Twitch. We need everyone on this if we’re gonna get that ring back.”

“No. They will tell their women. I do not want Kenzie finding out. You

know her!”

“As far as anyone knows, we’re looking for the kids’ toys. I won’t

tell them what a monumental idiot you were.”

“That’s so not helpful, bro.”

Ember-Raine Winters lives in sunny California with her two beautiful kids and a wolf. Also known as Apache her pure white Siberian Husky. She loves writing romance and reading just about anything she can get

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